Irina Spalko Novels & Stories

"Shut the fuck up Linda. No one gives a flying shit about pumpkin fucking pie." "Okay. Looks like someone needs some nice distressing, calming yoga," I replied, getting out the car. "Come on." "Good evening, Ella," Katrine, the yoga teacher, said to me as we entered the hall. "Good evening, Leonardo," she added although through gritted teeth. Leo put on a fake almost sarcastic smile and I had to nudge him in the side with my elbow. "How old are you again?" I hissed in a hushed tone.

But the man who had burned his own soul to keep me safe. THE FATAL MISTAKE The sound came first, the muffled roar of an approaching motorcycle. Then the voice, cold as a blade: "You've made your last mistake, Alexander Reed." A woman emerged from the darkness like an extension of it. Black leather, military boots, the posture of a predator. Her motorcycle stopped ten meters away, engine still rumbling. When she took off her helmet, her face was an ice sculpture under the runway lights – Irina Volkov. "I thought you were smarter," she said, her voice emotionless. "Breaking the agreement? Confessing all of Mr. Pierce's secrets here? Out in the open?" Her eyes scanned the empty runway. "Foolish

Not here, not now—not in front of all these people. The silence stretched, and I could feel the walls closing in on me. “I didn’t betray you,” I whispered, but the words sounded weak, even to me. A sharp voice cut through the silence. “She’s lying,” Irina declared, stepping forward. Viktor’s grandmother was a force to be reckoned with, her gaze sharper than a blade. “She should be executed. There is no room for traitors in this family.” “Spokoyno, babushka,” (Calm down, grandmother) Nikolai interrupted, his tone firm but respectful.

Irina The lady who stood by the counter I approached stared at me in awkward silence, did I say something wrong? I said everything Daniel said I should say, so why was she staring at me like that. “Hi?” The woman said. “Yes hi. Hello, my name is Irina and I am 32 years old, I am three months pregnant.” I said again like I had recited. “Okay ma’am, I heard you the first time trust me, I am just flabbergasted by your approach.”

—Irina, I'm not understanding you. —It happens that yesterday I tried to communicate with you all day, we had a visit to the vineyard —she reminded him annoyed—You are my best friend and the only one, but I need if you are going to be with me in the preparations for my wedding, otherwise I will accept the help From Saul's sister, my sister-in-law would be delighted to participate in her brother's wedding. — Luciana closed her eyes upon hearing the hurt tone of her friend, she did not want to disappoint her, she had said it well, she was her best friend and her only one.

“Sorry that I didn’t tell you but I didn’t go to Hank’s wedding, at the last moment they said I don’t know the bride wanted a private wedding.” I said and she sat down on the couch staring at Lucas. With his tattoos and stature, he looked like a mafia lord, no one would ever believe he works for the CIA. “Yeah, not the thing I am confused about.” She says as she extends her hand, “I am Danika, you are?” “I am Lucas, I used to work with your boyfriend a few years ago.” He says, completely shifting the subject, also assuring her that if he knows Jake, then he is probably not bad news.

We walked to the club entrance and were stopped by a guy who looked a bit older than us. “ids please?” I didn’t have my id and I knew the club was for 21 and above so it would have been useless. Olivia smirked “excuse me? I’m Olivia Lopez and this is Camila Santiago” the guy’s eyes widened and he apologized profuse. He quickly let us in.

I knew that was a stupid question when I asked it, but Iryna just grinned and put on an obviously affected air of superiority. "I am Iryna Baraskova, the fifth ranked woman in the world. I go where I wish." I cocked my head at her in disbelief and she giggled. It was sweet and innocent. I loved hearing it. "It is kind of true. My agent called the club. I have an honorary membership now. I will make a nice donation to the youth program." I laughed. "OK, I hope you enjoy." I turned around and walked back toward my chair. My opponent had arrived, and was standing open-mouthed, staring across the court. "Holy Crap! Is that..."

She had failed there. Now she had struck again, and this time the damage was real. Sophie wiped her face and pulled up a digital list. “There is one engineer left. But she is impossible. She is retired. She only works when she wants, and she hates being asked. She also hates people like… us.” I took the screen from her. The name glowed at the top. Irina Volkova. Former ace engineer. Former combat trainer. Known for her temper and refusal to work under others.

Rios kissed the middle-aged woman’s hand before ushering them to the venue. Moments later, a chopper hovered above the clearing. Wind whipped across Rios’s face as the blades roared a few feet from him. “Irina Volkova,” Rios said, nodding as the woman in her early 40s stepped down from the aircraft. Irina was the daughter of a Soviet-era smuggler and was also a longtime friend. Though that friendship once blurred into a three-day drunken sexcapade, that had never been repeated.